i wrote a poem named “a prayer”. it was the most intimate poem i have ever written. me on my knees begging for a relief, for stop loving, for a forget…

i wish i could write something like this now. a katharsis… maybe it’d help me somehow. 

i can’t stop caring. i can’t…

anditslove:

And I fell asleep thinking of you and I woke up thinking of you and I spent my morning daydreaming about you and I missed you and I still miss you and I’m sitting here still thinking about you. Fuck.